Amidst the faded echoes of a forgotten orchestra, the staircase spirals up into a sepia-tinted horizon.
Each step marks a symmetry undone, a serendipity woven into the fabric of dreams.
Have you ever danced with shadows cast by noon's moon? They flicker with stories untold.
Travel through an echo, feel the shimmer.
Leave footprints in reversed constellations, where each star is a stepping stone of light.